Revs the engine, she thinks to herself, laughing a little, smudging the polish on the end of her thumb. Christ, Tyler, you're shallow. She wipes the edge with a tissue dipped in acetone. Her own fingers are a little too short, she notices now. Just a bit too short and the knuckles are a little too wide. Not especially graceful hands. But then, they don't have to be. She's not the one turning coins into birds and birds into silk scarves and scarves into real snow that's cold to the touch. She just holds the box open or the ropes up or slips between the mirrors. She's another prop for him to touch, to twirl, to caress- magic, those beautiful fingers say to the crowd, against her skin, after the swords and throwing knives and glass. Nothing touches her but him. Magic.
"You're on in five," Eileen says, through the door. Rose blows on her nails and smiles to herself, humming under her breath. And then there's a tiny knock, a little tap, and Rose is already saying come in, because honestly, Eileen is like
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Re: Doves.mylittlepwnyAugust 30 2011, 05:06:40 UTC
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Girl. I've been hoarding this all night, I'll have you know; I had to make myself wait an hour before reading it in all my excitement, which was a little over slightly ridiculous since immediately AFTER reading it I got like 34 times MORE EXCITED than I was BEFOREHAND, which sent me spiraling right back up into where all the trouble started in the first place.
SO YOU SEE. I have been hoarding this comment. And now I'm going to tell you that even though there were no vampire shenanigans or onstage tomfoolery, I sent in an official request to love this more, and was denied. Because I couldn't. Physically, I mean, I'm completely used up.
I can't be positive, I am not a doctor, but I think it's because of this
She's another prop for him to touch, to twirl, to caress- magic, those beautiful fingers say to the crowd, against her skin, after the swords and throwing knives and glass. Nothing touches her but him. Magic.
and little things like this
"Guess who," he says, hands over her eyes. She covers them with her own
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I literally trembled with happiness while I was reading this, you ought to know. You lovely girl.
I sent in an official request to love this more, and was denied.
Something similar happened with me, except it was you, and I can't tell if I was denied or not. Let me tell you that I am definitely not clapping my hands and blowing kisses at the monitor.
This was fantastic. So few words, and you use them so beautifully, creating this entire world in just a few paragraphs. And a world I want to live in, too!
If it's darkness
we're having, let it be extravagant.
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Revs the engine, she thinks to herself, laughing a little, smudging the polish on the end of her thumb. Christ, Tyler, you're shallow. She wipes the edge with a tissue dipped in acetone. Her own fingers are a little too short, she notices now. Just a bit too short and the knuckles are a little too wide. Not especially graceful hands. But then, they don't have to be. She's not the one turning coins into birds and birds into silk scarves and scarves into real snow that's cold to the touch. She just holds the box open or the ropes up or slips between the mirrors. She's another prop for him to touch, to twirl, to caress- magic, those beautiful fingers say to the crowd, against her skin, after the swords and throwing knives and glass. Nothing touches her but him. Magic.
"You're on in five," Eileen says, through the door. Rose blows on her nails and smiles to herself, humming under her breath. And then there's a tiny knock, a little tap, and Rose is already saying come in, because honestly, Eileen is like ( ... )
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Thank you!
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Like magician's flash paper, this ficlet is a little burst of *ooh!*
What a bit of terrific! :D
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*pulls a coin from behind your ear* lololol
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Girl. I've been hoarding this all night, I'll have you know; I had to make myself wait an hour before reading it in all my excitement, which was a little over slightly ridiculous since immediately AFTER reading it I got like 34 times MORE EXCITED than I was BEFOREHAND, which sent me spiraling right back up into where all the trouble started in the first place.
SO YOU SEE. I have been hoarding this comment. And now I'm going to tell you that even though there were no vampire shenanigans or onstage tomfoolery, I sent in an official request to love this more, and was denied. Because I couldn't. Physically, I mean, I'm completely used up.
I can't be positive, I am not a doctor, but I think it's because of this
She's another prop for him to touch, to twirl, to caress- magic, those beautiful fingers say to the crowd, against her skin, after the swords and throwing knives and glass. Nothing touches her but him. Magic.
and little things like this
"Guess who," he says, hands over her eyes. She covers them with her own ( ... )
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I sent in an official request to love this more, and was denied.
Something similar happened with me, except it was you, and I can't tell if I was denied or not. Let me tell you that I am definitely not clapping my hands and blowing kisses at the monitor.
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Thank you!
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...at least it would explain the hat.
XD Thank you.
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